Cooking Up A Storm by Ashley Ladd. New MM Menage @ashleyladd

This week I welcome Totally Bound author Ashley Ladd to my blog with an excerpt from her latest MM release Cooking Up A Storm. Ashley will be back to do my author interview in the coming weeks.


cookingupastorm_800COOKING UP A STORM by Ashley Ladd


Brooks and Rique desperately want to win a coveted chef’s job offered by an eccentric millionaire in paradise. Even more, Rique desperately wants to stay alive.


Brooks and Rique desperately want to win the head chef’s position offered by an eccentric millionaire Jonah Verleun on his beautiful, private but peculiar island that includes a zoo full of exotic animals, an amusement park and a monster shark tank beneath Jonah’s bedroom floor. While Brooks wants the job to escape his heartache and the lover who thwarted him, Rique is hiding from the mob, hoping to live long enough to pay them off with the prize winnings. Fierce competitors, they cook up a storm in a series of cooking challenges while trying to turn down the heat on their intense attraction. When a hurricane strikes the island, the storm Rique has been cooking up explodes, and no heart—or body—is safe.




They ran, hunched over, zigging and zagging as bullets flew around them. Rique damned himself for putting Brooks in this mess. He wondered if the mob held the others prisoner and that’s why they didn’t answer the door.

He turned the first corner they came upon and then the next. He stopped dead and the air left his lungs. A moment later Brooks ran into his back almost knocking him over. He swayed dangerously but managed to stay upright and spread his arms wide to keep Brooks from stumbling forward.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. One of Jonah’s tigers lay in their path crouching low, baring his teeth, and eying them as if they were dinner.

He tried to quell the jitters attacking his stomach so the animal wouldn’t smell his fear then whispered to Brooks through clenched teeth, “What do we do now? Freeze or run?”

“Run. But where?” Brooks whispered back, a frown trembling on his lips.

“To the closest protection.” He prayed their hunters had lost them, that they wouldn’t run back into a barrage of bullets. As Rique bunched his muscles to run, already feeling the animal’s fangs ripping into him, he noted how the tiger’s thick muscles corded in his shoulders, and how saliva ran down his snarling lips.

“Dear God, we’re going to die.” Panic laced Brooks’ voice. “If we get out of here alive, let’s both turn down the job and move in together.”

Swallowing hard, Rique couldn’t reply so he nodded. Besides, as much as he wanted to live with Brooks, he couldn’t do it as long as he was indebted to the mob. However, the point was moot. He couldn’t see a scenario in which one of them didn’t die in the next five minutes.

Feeling responsible, Rique couldn’t let anything happen to Brooks as long as he was alive. He would take on the tiger giving Brooks time to reach safety. “On the count of three, run!”

As Rique whispered, “One,” hisses, then a blood-curdling growl wrenched the air. It was a different sound than the tiger was making. Then a crocodile bellowed and jumped out of the bushes and snatched the tiger by its belly. As it dragged the struggling creature back to the bushes, the tiger howled in surprise and pain. It clawed the air in vain as the reptile’s powerful jaws clamped tighter biting through flesh and bone.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of multiple male ménage.


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Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.


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New Release – Executing Justice, The Reunion Trilogy Book 3 by @ImogeneNix

Imogene has dropped by my blog to introduce us to her latest release, book three in The Reunion Trilogy,  Executing Justice.


Blurb: The end game is looming, but whether the last of the Ito family will find his happily ever after is in the balance.imi

Tomi Ito must deal with the knowledge that the woman he’s loved forever, Gillian Edgemont, thinks he’s abandoned her in her time of need. But when he’s abducted, she’s there to help save him.

Gillian is running from the wreck of her life and the unrequited passion she holds for her former boss, Senator Tomi Ito. When he follows her to Vega II so does the danger that’s been dogging the Ito family.

As the finale looms, does it include a future for Tomi and Gillian? Or will it all turn to ashes?


Excerpt: Even as Gillian scanned the view, she noted that the pilot slipped a headpiece over his ear so he could communicate with the rescue worker. She wished she knew who was in the water, but his words were too low to overhear.

In the main cabin, she could hear bangs and groaning equipment. The scene on the view screen changed to the belly of their craft. She could see a man dangling in the air, and in the water, someone clutching another person. She said a silent prayer that one of them was Tomi.

Tension rose in the cabin, thick and heady. The rescuer plunged into the cold waters. A harness was handed over and gripped while the officer dealt with the other. From the movements, Gillian could tell that the person was panicked. Slowly, the first harness rose and she could tell it wasn’t Tomi, as the person had long hair and bare legs. She sucked in a breath as the second person in the water was assisted into another harness, then he or she rose with the rescuer. Even though she craned, the outline of the officer obscured her view. She sucked in an unsteady breath, clenched her hands together, and waited.

When Gillian was sure she could last no longer, the door opened with a bang. She quickly looked up, anticipation sizzling along every nerve ending.

There in the doorway was Tomi, wet and shivering, but very much alive. In his arms was a woman, bedraggled and dirty, but he held her so tenderly that any hopes or dreams Gillian harbored melted away. There was never any hope for her and the feelings that burned in her chest.

Without a word, Gillian turned away and fought the sting of tears in her eyes. She noted the sounds of joyous reunion between brother and sister, but she kept her gaze averted, to give them privacy, she piously told herself. When the pilot ordered them strapped in, she breathed a silent sigh of relief. She knew that this torture, him being so close but now forever so far away, would come to an end sooner rather than later.

Just as she was sure she’d be spared, Tomi spoke. “Gillian, thank you for coming to find me.”

The clog of tears filled her throat, but she managed to croak, “It was nothing.” “It means a lot to me.” He reached out and touched her hand, and she bit back the gasp that rose.

Nerves in her hand jumped and thrummed, but she ignored them. “Honestly, I’m just pleased I could help.” She glanced in his direction, taken aback by the directness in his gaze before the woman beside him shuddered. He scooped her closer and Gillian turned away.

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Forced apart by war five years ago, Renjiro and Selina have another chance at love. Can they make it work or does fate have other plans?


Without the citizenship of the Federation, Indy pilot Selina Codecko is treated like a second-class citizen. When she gets caught up in a bar brawl she’s arrested and finds herself in the hands of the Justice Officers.

Renjiro Ito has dreamed of Selina for five long years. As the Commander of the Justice Officers, the plight of this one woman will turn his life upside down.

But there’s more going on than just the fate of one woman—there’s a seething underbelly that wants to destroy their newly expanded Federation. The chances of a future together are slim, but they’ll take any chances that come their way. Will it be enough?


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Kumi Ito has her mission, as does Carmichael Snow, but are their objectives compatible?

Kumi Ito is a woman with a problem. Since assuming the role of head of the Commerce Department, she’s found discrepancies…the kind that could cause anarchy if the truth got out.

When Carmichael Snow, the commander of the Emancipation, comes across intelligence that someone has placed a hit on Kumi, he has to save her. His plan? Hide her and find the assassin.

As they dodge the killer, a passion ignites between them that runs from simmering all the way to steamy. But will the actions of one snatch away their happiness before they can accept what is growing between them?


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New Release – Daddy’s Game by Normandie Alleman. #Erotica #BDSM

Since my return from the US and the amazing experience of my first RT Booklover’s Convention in NOLA I’ve had my head down, the muse and I trying to whip this current work in progress into something worth reading. While I was distracted, tapping away on my computer, one of my author friends released another book and better yet one with a sports romance theme. Of course the moment I discovered this I just had to invite Normandie to visit my blog and tell me all about it :)



Writing My First Sports Romance

I’ve been a football fan as long as I can remember, so it only makes sense that at some point I would combine my love for erotic romance with football. Last year when my poor husband injured himself playing football the idea for Natron and Carmen’s story was born. (I actually wrote the first chapter of the first book in the Daddy’s Girl series, Daddy Morebucks, in the hospital while my husband was recovering from surgery.)

Having been a fan of football for years I thought I knew the game. But it wasn’t until I started writing about it that I realized how much I didn’t know. Getting the details right was important and it helped living with a football player and coach who was able to correct my mistakes and teach me some of the details of the game.

Daddy’s Game is a sexy story of a Daddy Dom and his little girl submissive and all the sex games they play, but it’s also a tale of redemption in which a football player who has everything has it all taken away from him in the blink of an eye.



Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. Carmen soon discovers that Natron is the type of man who sees what he wants and goes after it… and apparently what he wants is her. Almost before she knows it Carmen finds herself taking everything Natron gives her and begging for more, and when he reveals that he wants to be her dominant daddy and her to be his submissive little girl, she doesn’t hesitate to agree.


At the top of his profession, Natron has money, fame, and all the perks that go with them, and now at last in Carmen he has found a woman he wants to share it with. His life feels complete… until in a split second everything comes crashing down when a devastating injury threatens to end his season—and maybe his career. Natron fears he will lose it all, but will he self-destruct or can he dig deep and fight hard for himself, his teammates, and his little girl?






Just then she heard a knock at the door, and her emotions did a tap dance in her abdomen. Her hands fluttered with excitement as she moved to let him in.

“Hey, babygirl,” Natron said leaning casually in the door frame, his smile lighting up the already sunny loft.

The flirty name caught her off guard and she could feel her face strain with how hard she was smiling. So much for playing it cool.

“Hey,” she said, ushering him in.

Natron strutted through the door and looked around. “Man, this place is fly.”

“Thanks,” Carmen said, pulling two bottles from the refrigerator and handing him one. Not exactly the luxury digs he was accustomed to but it was perfect for her.

She noticed him searching for a chair. “Sorry, I don’t entertain very often.” She motioned to the bar stools at the kitchenette and made a note to create a small seating area downstairs with some of the money she would earn from this commission.

He straddled the stool and took a slug of water. “So tell me, how’s this thing gonna go down?”

“Well, I was considering painting you from behind. I think that would make a statement.”

The corners of his mouth curled up. “Oh, so you think I have a fine ass is what you’re sayin’.”

She slapped at his arm playfully. “Natron! I’m thinking artistically here.”

“I know. That’s what I’m sayin’.”

Trying to hide her smile, she said, “Okay. We’ll do it from the front. Just like everybody else.”

He touched her chin and winked. “I’m just playin’, babygirl. We’ll do whatever you want. You’re the artist.”

“I know, but you’re paying me so it’s important that you like it.”

“I gotcha,” he nodded and pulled his shirt over his head.

She couldn’t help but stare at the chiseled muscles underneath. His skin was as smooth and dark as the finest chocolate. Unconsciously, she licked her lips then took a sip of water.

“So…just the shorts?” She gulped. “You gonna leave on the shorts?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m not gonna strip naked on you,” he laughed. “At least not right now.”

She giggled. “Do you want to be holding a football or is that too…obvious? It’s up to you.”

“I think I need the ball. Without it, I’m just a guy.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

He tried a few different poses, most of them giving her a prime view of his well-defined muscles. The way his back rippled with sinewy strength made her knees wobble. She didn’t know a person could have so many different back muscles, the way the hard bumps contrasted with his silky dark chocolate skin made her pussy cream.

She walked around him, snapping pictures with her phone. “I’ll use these for reference. That way you won’t have to stay in the same position for hours and hours at a time.”

He lifted a brow lazily, “Girl, you tryin’ to get rid of me?”

She shook her head. “Of course not.” The man was like a sunshiney day, being around him lifted her spirits.

Finally he lighted on the stairs, legs apart he leaned over clutching the ball powerfully between his hands.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed.


“That’s the pose right there. Don’t move.”

He stayed put as she circled him taking pictures from every conceivable angle. After she’d determined that she’d gotten the shots she wanted, she moved to her sketch pad. “Next I’m going to make some gesture drawings. Be sure this is the pose we want. Try to act natural and tell me about one of your favorite plays. Feel free to walk around, use your arms. Use your body to tell me the story.”

“Oh, I like that. You’re good,” he said waggling a finger at her.


Publisher’s Note: Daddy’s Game is the second book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first book in the series, Daddy Morebucks, but it is a stand-alone novel. The content of Daddy’s Game includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, elements of age play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book


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A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.


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The Illuminated Witch by @ImogeneNix – Blog Hop and #Giveaway

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Imogene reclines on the seat with the champagne I offered her. I’ve decided to do this week’s interview from the sports bar (I felt the bench might be a bit crowded with two guests.)

“Gee Donna, I love what you’ve done with the salon!”

I nod, and take a sip of my cold bubbly drink. The fizz tickles my nose a little but I smile. “And your guest…?”

The sound of knocking has me raising my head.

“That should be her now.” Imogene hops up from the seat and opens the door.

A magnificently beautiful woman is there, smiling. Her cat green eyes glint in the light and her red hair shines. As she moves into the room, her green chiffon gown swirls around her voluptuous figure.

“Sorry I’m a little late. Javed needed me to run an urgent errand.”

She plops down onto the chair beside Imogene.

“It’s great you could fit us in. Imogene has offered to run the interview for us.”

Imogene lifts her battered notepad and flicks through the pages. “I sure did. Now I know your time is limited, so let’s get straight into it.” Celina nods but it’s clear there is a deep well of reserve in the woman.

“You were raised as an orphan, in an environment that didn’t really discuss vampires. That must be hard to reconcile now.” Celina’s eyes flare a little before she smiles. “It’s true, I didn’t really know a lot. It was something that wasn’t discussed. But then again, neither was magic. It has certainly made it harder on some levels to find my way in this world. I mean, after the investiture I didn’t really have any understanding of what was needed of me. I had to learn by trial and error.”

“How did Javed factor in helping you find your place in this unknown society?” Imogene smiles encouragingly at Celina.

“To be honest, in some ways it didn’t. You see, no one told me that we shouldn’t… At least, not until Bertha.” Celina stops and bites her lip. Imogene reaches out a hand and grasps Celina’s. It’s clear she is a little upset by the question.

“We’ll move on then.” Celina nods at Imogene’s quiet words. “When you woke after Javed changed you… How did it feel to know that forever was in your future?”

This time, Celina’s smile is beatific. “Oh. On one level it was overwhelming. I didn’t know initially what had happened, though there was definitely something big. When I realized, I guess I accepted it at face value for a few minutes. I mean, who thinks of all the rules when that is there?”

“You were surprised? Did it occur to you at that time how big the chance Javed took?”

She laughs. “No. That took some time. But I have to say, with the enhanced senses… Things are soooo much better than ever before.” The look on Celina’s face is naughty and forces Imogene and myself into a choked laughter.

“You mean the sex?” Imogene’s voice is thin and her eyes grown round.

“Oh man! Do I ever!”

“What does the future hold for the house, now that the master and his mistress have uncovered the threat in the prophecy?”

Celina winces. “Well, I’m sure you understand, I can’t go into a lot of detail. The threat is real. And it’s scary. I mean… The power we are talking of… The ability to make vampire armies. The amount of blood they’d require. We have to find him, before that eventuates otherwise…” Celina’s voice tapers away.

Imogene shudders. “Yeah I kinda got that.”

I can’t help myself. “But what about the blood? I mean needing to drink blood is, you know, not really the most pleasant concept.”

Celina and Imogene both glance at me. Celina leans forward. “The drinking of blood is no different to the drinking of water except, it’s a truly sensual experience. It’s the act of giving and taking between those consenting to the relationship. When it’s deep and overwhelming, there is no pain. Only passion.” She grins and I can’t help myself. I grin back.

“But it’s necessary to be consenting?” Imogene cocks an eyebrow.

“In the houses most vampires only take from those donors who agree or rely on bagged blood. Of course, that blood is carefully sourced. We don’t believe in the animalistic taking of it from those who don’t wish to share.”

Imogene smiles. “I get what you are saying. Can I ask…? How often…?”

“Not every day. Many of the older vamps only need to drink every two or three days. The younger ones, like myself need several feeds a day. Javed usually imbibes once a day. It really depends on age and occupation.”

The chime of a phone fills the air. “Excuse me a minute.” Celina reaches into her pocket and reveals an iPhone. “Oh. I have to go now.”

She rises and extends a hand. “Donna it was so good to meet you. I loved your League of Love books and look forward to the next one.” She then sweeps Imogene into a hug and is gone in the blink of an eye.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she? From a lost woman to the self assured vampire is such a change.” Imogene gazes at me. “Well, I guess I’d better be off too.” She snaps her notebook closed. “It’s been fun! Let’s not wait so long to do this again.” Then with a peck on my cheek she pulling back towards the door. “Oh and Donna? I loved your books too!”


theilluminatedwitch_800The Illuminated Witch


Celina has always been alone, until the new Master, Javed, draws her close. But danger and passion are never far away. 

After years of struggling alone, Celina—a witchling of immense power—must find her place in the world of vampires.

But while Javed is building a new nest—the first new one in a century—and struggling to overcome his own demons, an ancient evil stirs.

Now with Celina in danger, time running out and the demands of a fledgling nest, can their love possibly overcome every obstacle?

 Reader Advisory: This book contains brief reference to incest.

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Celina grabbed her aching head. Another headache, just like the day before, but perhaps it was more violent. Her stomach lurched uncertainly and she rubbed her belly while it heaved and roiled. It was only four in the afternoon, too early to head home, but she glanced around the office, looking vainly for an escape.

“Hey, Celina? Can you cover for me tomorrow? I’m going to call in sick ‘cause I’ve got a hot date tomorrow night,” Sylvia, her cubicle mate, whispered to her excitedly.

Celina closed her eyes. Great. Just what I need. “Honestly? Syl, I don’t know. I’m not feeling so great.” She mumbled a little, knowing what Sylvia’s reaction would be.

“Have you been to see the doctor yet?”

Celina swivelled in her seat and cast a dark glance at her workmate. “I’m going to call—” Her words ended abruptly as the lights dimmed and went out. “Damn… This is like the third time this month. What the hell is going on?” The heat of the office space swelled as the air conditioning failed. The cloying scents of a multitude of perfumes and hot sweaty bodies in the summer wave closed in on her.

Celina’s tummy jostled once more, demanding her attention. She rose, racing unerringly to the bathroom, making it just in time to empty the contents violently into the toilet. The clunk of the door somewhere behind alerted her to the fact that she was no longer alone. She sighed loudly. Sylvia had followed her, she knew. The sound of wood banging closed reverberated off the walls. The ensuing echo splintered her thoughts.

“Celina, you have to see the doctor.” There was concern in Sylvia’s voice and Celina shied away from it.

Celina leaned limply against the wall of the stall, the dim security lighting flickering in and out. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” She didn’t want to face it, but the headaches had become an almost everyday occurrence in the past few months. One she’d tried to ignore, but with little success. But something had to be wrong. Her stomach quivered at the possible reasons.

She pushed away from the wall and headed for the sink, turned the tap and was rewarded by the sound of running water. Celina scooped the liquid up, washed her face and swilled some around in her mouth, trying to banish the sour taste. Her knees shook like wet noodles beneath her.

“Okay, I’ll ring in the morning and see how soon I can get in for an appointment.” A sound from outside caught her hearing, a thudding noise, as if someone was testing the door. She wouldn’t be able to hide from the problems for much longer and right now, she really needed some air. “We’d better get out there.”

“Yeah. Okay.” She heard the concern in Sylvia’s voice. “Will you be okay to get home?”

They slowly made their way through the door and back into the office, where the blast of heat and the waft of body essences made her want to gag again. She struggled through one shallow breath then another.

“I’m planning on going straight home anyway.” Celina shuffled towards her desk and groped around in the dark, hunting for her phone. She grasped it in her damp hand and pressed the screen, waiting for it to lighten sufficiently to see her desk. She spied her bag and opened the desk to find her keys. “It looks like these are going to be out for a while. Can you…?” She indicated the light fittings, then towards the office at the end of the row, hoping Sylvia would understand.

“I’ll go tell the supervisor. You go on. Head home and take some painkillers.”

With a small nod, which she quickly regretted as a pulse wavered through her throbbing skull, Celina headed to the emergency stairs. As she passed desks she saw others grabbing up their items, including laptops. No doubt they obviously thought the same thing.

Finally she made her way down the fourteen flights of stairs. On the way she heard many voices, some shrill and others filled with laughter in the darkness. Here and there she caught glimpses of light, probably from mobiles, illuminating the gloom.

One foot after another she plodded down the steps, her head aching viciously and finally, light glowed ahead and a breeze started to clear the stuffy wooliness from her head.


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 Javed shook his head. The missive he held in his hands filled him with emotions he hadn’t experienced in hundreds of years. He knew what it was. It was confusion. The sense of having the carpet jerked out from beneath him. His hands felt clammy.

“So… That’s your destiny, there in your hands.”

His hand shook and the sound of parchment moving back and forth filled the air. He held not just his destiny, but also that of so many others.

He glanced at Xavier, his master, and Hope. They were two very powerful vampires as well as his friends. “I don’t know what to say.”

Hope rose and glided towards him. “You don’t have to say anything. We will say it all. Your leaving us on one level makes us sad, but you will be a master in your own right. You’ve earned this.”

Javed wanted to sputter and stop her words, but he couldn’t. The intent of the letter was clear. On the night of the next full moon, Cressida would grant him his own nest. He would be elevated to the position of master.

If that wasn’t enough to accept, there was the knowledge that there hadn’t been a new house in over a century.

There was so much to do. So many decisions to make and all of them would fall on him. He would need to choose a Yeux Secondes, the human who would oversee the financial and day-to-day aspects of the nest. He would also require a second, a guardian who would stand at his side. A fellow warrior, in whom he could place his trust, one who would help him build a safe haven in their house. He would need witches to help protect the vampires and followers… Where the hell do I even start with that?

“You’ll need a house. Somewhere for your people to call home.” Hope grinned and he saw the lurking humour she couldn’t quell. “I know of an interior designer, if you want their details?”

He rolled his eyes, remembering the problems she’d had with her parents before she had been turned and the way she’d arranged for the entire block of units to be furnished. It had taken her one night to order and arrange for the delivery of all the furniture. Unlike the immense task her mother had proposed.

But her smile died away as her own memories must have surfaced.

“I don’t know about that, but if you’re offering help, then I’ll accept it. I don’t have a clue where to start.” He moved back to the armchair and slumped into it. “I don’t usually concern myself with those types of problem.” He allowed his head to drop into his hands and muttered. “I don’t think I’m ready yet.”

A soft touch on his shoulder captured his attention. “Cressida thinks you are. Otherwise she would not have petitioned the Councillors. Now come on. You need to start planning. We have one month to arrange your investiture…”


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ImogeneNix-300x400Wife, mother and nutty bookstore owner all describe Imogene Nix, but the real secret is Science Fiction, Paranormal Romance with a hefty dose of Romantic Suspense is what she adores. Dedicated to high quality romance, with a dollop of erotic interactions, Imogene has dipped her toes into Science Fiction, Contemporary Rural Romance and Paranormal Romance featuring feisty headstrong female leads.



About The Illuminated Witch: The Illuminated Witch is the second in the Blood Secrets Trilogy. The first, The Blood Bride, was an ARe and Totally Bound Best Seller.




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Character’s Perspective – Riley visits Tori Carsons Blog.

Riley, from Cassie’s Choice, was interviewed over at Tori Carson’s blog. My characters love doing their own interviews but some how it always ends up causing trouble between my alphas, each one thinking they are more interesting and popular than the other. Thank goodness my heroines are better behaved ;)

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Always Cambridge *New Release* by @AuthorHKCarlton

cambridge72First I’d like to thank Donna for allowing me to unveil my Always Cambridge saga series here. I’m beyond excited to finally see this series published.


The Cambridge idea started with a dream; a boy and a girl on a rooftop. I jotted down that one scene when I woke up and then the story expounded in all directions from there. So much so, that the rooftop scene does not actually take place, until book four and it only vaguely resembles the scene that I originally dreamt.


I wrote the entire first book thinking it was a stand-alone. Just Always Cambridge, and nothing more. But every time I went to bedthat’s where I do most of my thinking; my tales are like bedtime stories for meit wouldn’t leave me in peace. I still had unanswered questions and more story began to unravel. I had to go back and tie up the details; until I was satisfied that Holly’s story was complete. Several years, and six books later, I’m confident that the entire story has been told. And I just can’t wait to share it. The characters have come to mean so much to me; they’ve been with me so long.


The first book is narrated in first person, from the point of view of two of the main characters; Holly Cambridge and her bodyguard, Randy Phillips. And as the series unfolds, a few different voices and views are incorporated as new characters are introduced.


This series ultimately follows Holly from age nine well into her forties.It is violent and angsty, but sweet and romantic in parts too. This is not like some of my other material. The first took is quite tame and appropriate for Holly’s age. The sexual content and violence amps up as the saga continues. And books three and four, get downright explicit, as Holly matures. The AC series comes many unexpected twists and turns, that I hope readers might not anticipate. And my fondest wish is that people fall in love with the players and the story, as I did in the creating of it.


Thanks again, Donna.



The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood and violent teen years and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.



Always Cambridge Book One


He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power, to protect him.

His only duty is to keep her safe, but he can’t save her.


Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step.


At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason.


Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.


Advisory : This book is the first of a series. It ends with a ‘to be continued’.

But the good thing about this series is you won’t have to wait years between instalments. eXtasy Books will release a new book, the first of every month until the conclusion in September.






Patrick appeared in the doorway of Cambridge’s office. I’d been sitting here all goddamn afternoon trying to figure out what was up with the computer system when all I wanted to do was get back to Holly. It was times like these that I realized I still had a lot to learn. Maybe I should have let her come with me. She would have diagnosed the problem and had it fixed by now. And she’d be with me and I wouldn’t be worried about her and my stomach wouldn’t hurt. I rubbed the back of my neck again trying to brush away the cold feeling.


“Randy! They’ve been hit.”


“Shit! Which patrol?” I asked still distracted. When Paddy didn’t answer right away I looked to where he stood in the door. He was pale and I could see him trembling from where I sat.


“Jeffy and Dale,” he answered gravely.


A cold hole punched into my chest. “Holly?”


He nodded once. “They’re all down.”


I raced past him, pulling on my coat as I ran. I jammed into the nearest car in the courtyard, a whole procession of them were ready to leave. “Hurry the fuck up!” I yelled.


Everyone in the car was talking as we pulled away. I didn’t listen. I couldn’t. My head was buzzing. It was full of noise. My chest hurt. I felt cold but I could feel sweat beading on my forehead and running down my back.


Could we not go any fuckin’ faster?


“Are the cops there?” Someone asked.


“Yeah, cops are everywhere. EMT’s are there too.”


I felt like I was going to jump out of my own skin. “Hurry the fuck up,” I cursed at them as we came to a stop.


“Fuck off, Phillips. I’m goin’ as fast as I can. Traffics backed up because of the…”


I didn’t hear the rest. I couldn’t take it anymore. I bolted from the car and ran towards the food bank. About a block away, I was stopped by cops barring anyone entrance. They had barricades up and yellow tape to keep people out.


Fuck! I had to get to her. I should have been there!


I looked around. Down the alley. Up to the rooftops.


I pushed the guy in front of me hard, so he’d collide with the cop who wouldn’t let me through. While they wrestled, I sprinted down the alleyway, through the back door of the bakery, ran through the store and out the front door. Now I was on the inside of the barricades. There were people everywhere. I kept my head down, moving without being noticed.


The rest of the guys arrived at the cordoned off area. I heard the Cambridge name and the cops into a fuckin’ frenzy. I took off, using them as a distraction. There would be some arrests, I knew. We were armed for this war.


As I approached the food bank I saw broken glass everywhere. The plate glass windows were gone from every store in the vicinity, shattered. As I moved closer to the black Cambridge car I could see that it was riddled with bullet holes.


I saw Dale first. He was face down, his body half on the sidewalk, half on the road. Behind the car, a pool of blood ran like a rivulet down the crease between the curb and the road.


Holly! My mind screamed her name.


Everything around me seemed to be moving in slow motion. Even me. I wanted to go faster but I couldn’t seem to get my body to catch up with my racing mind.


The only thing I could hear was my own ragged breathing and my heartbeat drumming in my ears, and the blaring sirens off in the distance.




Jeffy was on his back, closer to the building. The back of his head was gone.




Trent lay face down on the sidewalk. His big body blocking the door of the food bank, as if he tried to put himself between the bullets and…Holly!


An ambulance was backed up against the curb, back doors wide open. Cops stood in front of the store entrance, taking pictures and numbering spent casings.


Fuck! They were all dead!





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(estimated Amazon launch date April 9)



H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of Historical, Erotic & Contemporary Romance.

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Expected Always Cambridge Series Release dates:

April 1

May 1

June 1

July 1

August 1

September 1, 2014

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Gave Good Face

Pre-order: 28th March 2014

Early Download: 11th April 2014

General Release: 9th May 2014

and the sequel Hard and Fast

Pre-order: 25th April 2014

Early Download: 9th May 2014

General Release: 6th June 2014


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Kat Latham is On the Bench

There is nothing I love more than a good sports romance but if you know me at all you can appreciate that I have a special place in my heart for rugby themed books. So I was thrilled when the awesome Kat Latham agreed to visit downunder and showcase her new release Playing it Close, book two in the London Legends series. Kat Latham is a California girl who moved to Europe the day after graduating from UCLA, ditching her tank tops for raincoats. She taught English in Prague and worked as an editor in London before she and her British husband moved to the Netherlands. Kats other career involves writing and editing for charities, and shes traveled to Kenya, Ethiopia and India to meet heroic people helping their communities survive disasters. Kat writes novels about the world’s sexiest rugby team. - *** D- that would be rugby union Kat, my Jets boys are the sexiest rugby league team ;) You can usually find Kat on her blog (, Twitter (@KatrinaLatham), Facebook ( and Goodreads. She hopes youll hang out with her there! Playing-It-Close-by-Kat-Latham-300-pxPlaying It Close Book two of the London Legends Where do you go to escape everything when you’re one of the most famous rugby players in the world? For Liam Callaghan, that place is a remote lodge on Venezuela’s Caribbean coast. Perfect, except he doesn’t exactly want to be alone with his thoughts. Enter Tess Chambers, the ultimate distraction. Still reeling from a professional disaster that’s made her all but unemployable, Tess understands the desire to move through life as somebody else. So when instantly recognizable Liam uses a fake name, she runs with it and creates a temporary new identity of her own. Their time spent together in paradise is idyllic but brief after one passionate night, Liam wakes up to find Tess gone. Returning to London, he’s shocked to learn she’s taken a job with his team’s new sponsor. As the Legends’ captain, he’ll have to not only figure out how to work with the one woman who ever left him wanting more, but also convince her that their feelings in the present mean more than any lies they’ve told in the past. Barnes & Noble: Carina Press: Google Play: iBooks: Goodreads: Read Chapter One: Kats social media accounts: Twitter: Facebook: Newsletter: Website: Visit Kat at Give Me Books Blog


Kat Latham is On the Bench

What was the first book you had published? My first book was Knowing the Score, which is the first in my London Legends series about the world’s hottest rugby team. Rugby union, anyway. ;) ***D- I’m glad you made that distinction Kat ;) What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract? I found out that Carina Press wanted to publish me just a few weeks after finding out I was pregnant with my first child. Both of those journeys—to publication and to pregnancy—took two and a half years. So, honestly? Getting that email from Angela James was very cool and very exciting, but it was the icing on the cake (the cake being the bun in my oven). I wrote on my blog at the time about how frustrating the two-plus years were when I wasn’t sure either dream would come true. I’m thrilled to say that being a published author and being a mama are both so much more rewarding than I ever could’ve expected. Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why? Oh, that’s a great question! I love Knowing the Score because it was the first novel I ever wrote—and I rewrote it about a dozen times as I learned more about the craft of writing! But Playing It Close came to me so easily; the characters were so vivid, and my early readers have told me they love it the best. It’s hard not to have a favorite when you get feedback like that! Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood? My writing habits have changed since having my daughter ten months ago. I used to wake up early—a couple of hours before I had to leave for work—and write at a cafe. Now my daughter gets me up at that time, so waking up earlier would mean getting up in the middle of the night. I think my husband would throw my phone across the room if the alarm went off at 4 a.m. Now I write whenever and wherever I can! What was the last book you read? I can’t tell you because it’s a book I judged for the Romance Writers of America RITA awards. ;) But I can tell you that I liked it. What are you working on now? I’m writing two stories, both in my London Legends rugby series. One’s a full-length novel, Tempting the Player, which will come out in November. It’s a friends-to-lovers story, which is something I love. The other’s a Christmas novella featuring a 6’9” second row. I like ‘em big. ;) What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own? I would loooove to write a historical romance because I’m fascinated by 18th century British history. I tried it though, and it took me weeks to write a few pages because I kept looking up details. What kind of trousers would he be wearing? Which servant would’ve shown her to the drawing room? Would she even be invited to the drawing room? Gah! I have so much respect for historical novelists. When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed? My editor, Deb Nemeth, is amazing. Her edits always make sense and always make my stories better. So while part of me dreads getting edits (Will I have time to do all the things she asks me to???), I also really look forward to getting her take on my stories. What is one thing in your books you’d like to try? You mean one thing my characters have done? Score the winning points in the Rugby World Cup. Pretty sure it won’t happen though. RU Heath ad

Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!

A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory. I have SO many embarrassing sporting memories, so I’ll ignore that question. We’d be here forever. As you may guess from the novels I write, I watch quite a bit of rugby. Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician? Even though he’s gone, I’d have to say Heath Ledger. I had such a crush on him after Ten Things I Hate About You—and an even bigger one after Brokeback Mountain. Your view on Vegemite? Never tried it. I’m a big fan of Marmite, though, so that’s at least got four of the same letters. Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque? Barbeque, as long as there’s something veggie on the grill for me (and it’s not a portabella mushroom). Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool? Adventure holiday. My favourite vacation was in India with my husband the year I turned 30. I’ve been back there for work, but to the same area. I’d love to go somewhere new. Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit? This is really embarrassing, but I was obsessed with Australia when I was a kid. I remember reading a novel about a kid who was kidnapped and escaped into the Outback and had to survive. For some reason, that convinced me Australia would be a fantastic place to live. My only other exposure to the country was Crocodile Dundee, so I greeted everyone with “G’day, mate” until my best friend threatened to stop hanging out with me. I no longer do that (promise!), but I would still love to go to Australia. In fact, I think Australia’s the sexiest country in the world. Gday